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Here, we do not only celebrate one new year Every day is a new day to start anew But also any way to celebrate something new, Customary to someone other than you, Is no less splendatory Having a sense of belonging to the history of man The richness of humanity, our ever evolving understanding of creation Tied in every way to the center of what it means to have loved -- been loved Here, we are a nation of many colors, iridescent Stitched with Red White and Blue, the common threads uniting us Residing on a land people have traveled to and through for centuries A place with a people as diverse as the vegetation, much also having been brought We the People, a sustaining sustenance, stewards Native to this land or not, we have shared in the weaving and the weeping We have built and spilt, sacrificed and endured, We have held on to our dream...

Trusting you feels like freedom Like running through an open field of perfectly cut bright green grass Covered in wild flowers With Thumper and Bambi racing alongside  Under a brilliantly blue sky  Without clouds or rain or shade  Free like the slight breeze, babbling brooke, and robins singing in the trees Trusting you feels like freedom Like sauntering down a well lit gravel street Under a harvest moon and infinte stars in the sky  With dogs barking in the distance while thier owners play fetch and wrestle before bedtime Where owls are perched high, hunting for pray and calling out for thier mate Free like the multicolored dragfly -- beautiful and bold, resilient and in flight Trusting you feels like freedom Like wandering through an endless library with every book in any language ever spoke Like a warm fireplace, A hot cup of chocolate, with marshmallows, An oversized chair in which we both could fit and a blanket that always keeps the temperature just right Where...

When I see you smile I feel my heart leap right out of my throat. I am left watching it flying about the heavens. Elated by the sight of your joy. My body does not even yearn for it back. It takes its own delight in knowing such a love for someone other than myself. Chills and goosebumps, waves of hot ripened passion, peace - having found the well within me deep and everlasting. Your joy, something to take pause at. Your joy, a reason all its own to rejoice. Your joy, fills the andonded cavity while my heart dances with the angels also come to celebrate the existance of you and your joy.

Plop, plunk, drip Bright vibrant red Soaking, spilling, clumping Burnt brown rusted Each month you now come Though it took a while Consistency was spotty at best For years I would only see you Once or twice and at quick glance Now overstay your welcome Ruining the romance I've gotten to know you too well Your temper a raging hell Twisting my gut to tendril Leaving me noxious and spinning On the bathroom floor I wait For the next bout to evacuate In and out the shower, huddled down Until that singular moment of grace Where I have just enough strength To stand up and make it to the couch A place to wait it out For the Pink Stork to save the day Wrapped in a warmed blanket And bundled up without the baby

falling asleep has never been too much of an issue for me but waking up I often seem stuck and still dreaming most night's sleep is riddled with chaos, serpents, and bad deeds I am often not in my own body even upon awakening I am caught in the turbulent emotions that they leave every once in a while, though, a true love visits me staying just long enough that I awake happy, complete, and at ease it's an amazing feeling lingering ever so lightly   I've heard that dreams are a form of neurological processing helping us deal with our stress and life experience this makes me feel fortunate knowing every bit of my body is constantly working to help ensure that I am the best version of me even while I am sleeping though perhaps at times disappointing to see it gives me more than hope knowing my foundation has been laid with these mechanisms I am encouraged to continue growing and we often talk about manifestation our forefathers bu...

Though I can no longer hold you You visit me in my dreams You burrow up next to me Our souls one, without seams I can feel your breathing You are still soft to the touch I speak your name gently You answer as much There is no better feeling Than moments like these Memories I will take with me forever Until my own last breath recedes I like to think you are still here Around every corner and cup of tea I close my eyes often just imagining Awake your absence is still jarring Making me long for sleep A place without time Where we continue to play joyfully Where the rays of sun dance along your brow, Where the water washes sand into your hair Though I can no longer hold you You visit me in my dreams I take you places you had not yet been We hold hands and frolic We run and leap and hide We are two souls but one We are visitors in these bodies Along for the ride I can still see you breathing Here I ...

It's enough that you exist in this world There is no lack of communication There is no amount that can be misunderstood There is no bad breath in the morning There is no tick or nook There is no scheduling issue There is no candy you snuck There is no friend who is too annoying Or risk that you took There isno amount of groveling No title lost There is no hair in the sink There is no dish misplaced There is no snoring too loud There is no styling conflict There is no distance Or doubt There is no day too rainy Nor one too lit There is no moment you could lose me There is no shroud There is nothing that will jump out here Nothing that leaves and comes back around There is no day I magically wake up Unhappy to see you on solid ground There is no chance or luck for someone else There is no shoe or glove that better fits There is no story I'd rather have read aloud There is no other pat...

Most days I forget all that I've lost. It is only in the daily interactions with others That I have moments I recall what all is missing; Mostly this comes as a shock. "Look at all that I once had!?" None of which I was all that deserving. All of which I worked so hard to acquire and invest Was but life's blessings. Not everyone's hard work pays off, I was lucky. And perhaps now I am not. But Most days I forget all that I have lost. I feel full and free and eager and ready There seems to me so much more in life than I was imagining. I think of love especially. I think of friendship and of family. I think that perhaps what I lost was really not for me. That it is what now lays ahead That which I cannot fully see Of which life is customizing an opulent thanksgiving. None of which I will be all that deserving. All of which I will continue to work hard to acquire and invest Will be but life's blessi...

Whether it is bread crumbs or pebbling I find myself sustained, walking on solid ground My heart unwavering, Even when my head is not always able to wrap itself around I find no reason, no need, to reason with myself In life it is our motivations that move us - to higher ground A longing for love is not fruitless, Even unrequited I am fulfilled The state of being is enough - to leave one vying for beauty, brilliance, and sound Inspiring the master to craft and leader to pick up their staff Love is a many splendid thing, With which you can do most anything The pure of heart and imaginative minds Lifting the spirit of our human kind, Planting seeds from the Divine - for a future full and lasting for all of time

This is peace When the tide comes in Washing away Debris along the shore Left by the many Onlookers, non-participants Critics of what's been left Creators of division Without the ability of maths Out of sight But still adding up Filling our oceans with plastic Not snatched in the fishing nets Scraping along the bed Everything else getting caught And tossed back Death is slow A grinding away, loss of lubricant Bone on bone on rock We chip away Become sharp edges Better tools for the slaughter Eating whatever comes by next Starving but well fed This is peace A place Where nothing is good enough So we create problems A moral rot Stuck on board Our water filled with salt There will be no quenching Of this thirst Having come from this water Return we cannot Ever evolving A species transcending And no...

As if you knew We needed help Lost on an island Too large To communicate well You sent a flare A massive solar storm Out into the darkness The everlasting night An expanding space Where the magnetic energy Polarized and surrounding us Caught charged particles Now dancing Rhythmically Interpreting a story From a time past When our body's spoke Revolutions before Language not yet w/ our tongues Our eyes, a looking glass Knowing our insignificance The care we had For each other, all there was Gave our lives importance Your warmth Could only do so much It was together We found enough Sustaining sustenance Lit fires Replicated rounded rocks Went places Discovered What otherwise we could have not Inspiring journey To outlast Our loving sun

taking responsibility knowing these choices were mine alone I dare to look forward to stand on my own I will find a way through this forest, this fog I will not hold expectations I will not presume I hope for good tidings for joy to continue to bloom in my heart I have everything in my lungs, more room with my hands I hold tightly this life I was not owed the reasons for existing will always be unknown a purpose for persisting an exercise for me to own I dare to look forward embracing the unknown the end may be near but the path not fully sown seeds left to plant room left to grow reaching for the sky what is possible to become is mine to own

Today I am grateful I am grateful for the blue in the sky and the white in the cloud I am grateful for how they look like cotton fields for god's clothing I am grateful for the birds, their hop step and for their soaring I am grateful for their chirp and squawk and tweet, their gathering of things, their nest buildings I am grateful for the bees, their buzzing how they nestle in each flower, collecting I am grateful for the life they bring Today I am grateful for the breeze, the sunshine, and the trees I am grateful for the greens, and yellows, especially the fuchsia flowerings I am grateful for reds and browns, for the sturdiness of the ground I am grateful for the rocks they remind me more than anything else that I too am strong I am grateful for the strength that hides within me in this body that is so soft, so fleeting, I can do anything With gratitude in my heart I fly high, for I too am a bird, a bee I...